Kevin's Watch

I Lol'd.

For me it's like comparing apples to oranges. I love them each for who and what they are. So I'm remaining firmly on the fence.

Shaun das Schaf wrote:

Bahahahahaha. That's a great comic.

I love it too; the replication/reversal of detail and those three little pre-pounce heads .

Shaun das Schaf wrote:I love it too; the replication/reversal of detail and those three little pre-pounce heads .

Ya....I think the favorite thing I didn't notice until your next post, was the shift in the eyes.

Iolanthe wrote:Ha ha! Oh yes. But do you remember Double your Money and Monica Rose?

It's vague Iolanthe - but a face appears through the mists of time!

Love the cartoons guys - wow does schaun's hit the mark (said through red rimmed sleep deprived eyes!)

A dog will defend your body even when you're dead.
A cat will just eat you.

Excerpts from a Dog’s Diary…

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 PM – Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 PM – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 PM – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 PM – Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 PM – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 PM – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 PM – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!


Excerpts from a Cat’s Diary?

Day 983 of my captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates what I am capable of. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a ‘good little hunter’ I am. Bastards.

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of ‘allergies.’ I must learn what this means and how to use it to my advantage..

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow — but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released – and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird has got to be an informant. I observe him communicating with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now………

peter the barsteward wrote: By the way peeps, perhaps I should clear one thing. I am not a dog hater - I just think dogs lend themselves to a working environment far better than a domestic one. Someone above said they had the good fortune to work with sled dogs. This reminds me - a dog in the Iditarod will run 100 miles a day for 17 days pulling, as part of a team, a 400 pound sled. A welsh collie working on the boarders is estimated to run 70 miles a day every day of it's working life. This is the capacity of dogs for work. I have seen so many of these beautiful creatures living in two bedroom bungalows for twenty three and a half hours a day and given a half mile walk around the block once a day before bedtime. Fat and neurotic through lack of stimulus, people wonder why they attack the postman when he delivers the mail.

Most people don't run 20 miles per day or lift weights like dockers and they're happy for it. While dogs and cats get cabin fever there are many many amongst them who enjoy the life of couch potatoes, just like humans. Overweight in pets doesn't just happen.

High Lord Tolkien wrote:A dog will defend your body even when you're dead.
A cat will just eat you.

Which just goes to show how smart they are.

(Although, a dog will probably eat you too if it comes to it.)

--A

Cats are pragmatic. I respect that.

Of my four, I can say that Min genuinely likes me. She's always waiting at the door when I come home from work, and she's happy to see me even when she doesn't want something.

Of my other three, it would be easy to say that they're furry little mercenaries who only tolerate me as a somewhat useful thumb-haver. That's not completely true though.

Avatar wrote:

High Lord Tolkien wrote:A dog will defend your body even when you're dead.
A cat will just eat you.

Which just goes to show how smart they are.

(Although, a dog will probably eat you too if it comes to it.)

--A

Pah, how much respect they had for their (former) owner/s, you mean!

I'm definitely a fan of dogs over cats. I've owned one of each, and I definitely would've preferred to have a refund or product replacement with the cat - it was unbelievably savage! I know that's not the norm, but my other experiences with cats haven't given me such a good impression on them, either. Mainly that they appear to just be 'using' their owners, rather than actually loving them in return*, while dogs seem (in most cases, at least) overjoyed to be a member of the family(/pack?), and getting involved with you - especially if it means playing and getting petted, etc., naturally!


*Exceptions apply, including Sorus' cat

In general, I think that cats aren't really domesticated the same way that dogs are. It's more like they're habituated to humans. The cat is pretty much capable of surviving without you.

The dog somewhat less so. It's not impossible of course, but then, if you ever see feral dogs, they're not much like domestic animals either.

--A

Avatar wrote:In general, I think that cats aren't really domesticated the same way that dogs are. It's more like they're habituated to humans. The cat is pretty much capable of surviving without you.

The dog somewhat less so. It's not impossible of course, but then, if you ever see feral dogs, they're not much like domestic animals either.

--A

Well, it depends on the dog and where/how they live, really. I've got a whippet and I live in a semi-rural area right by the suburbs, and I reckon the dog would be able to survive without us; he IS capable of killing rabbits, birds, etc. Water would likely be the main concern, I'd say.

Also, I'd say it's the same with cats, really. Since not all cats will be able to rely on itself; there have been a good few that I've seen and heard of that are wholly dependent on their owners feeding them, and are essentially incapable of fending for themselves at all!

My 3 older cats have lived as housecats most of their lives, though they were born feral. I look at them sometimes and wonder how the heck they survived in the 'wild', but the answer is that they are very highly adaptable. Not sure about Jherek though; I'm pretty sure his head is full of butterflies.

Both (yes it happened again) of the cats that have adopted us were at least partially feral, and still are. The new one still won't spend the night indoors with us, but then its only been coming around for a few months.

The original has been coming for 5 years, and sleeps on our bed with us when he deigns to spend the night.

I just think that in general, they're better able to be independent than dogs are.

--A

Cats! Sure, Quick is insane and very vocal (it's interesting how many different 'meows' he'll produce... from the triumphant "I'm entering this room!" to the shrugging 'meh... I guess you can pet me') but that is what makes him interesting!

That, and I tend not to trust dogs... they're all out to get me

Thank goodness you dropped by. The balance had tipped in favour of the wag, and that's just not on.

MEOW!

P.S. I have a very vocal cat too, also with great depth and range.

The Lady Morgana's vocal range is stunning. Her typical meow has always been way up in the upper registers, akin to a dolphin's whistle. Very sweet and ladylike. Now, however, she's decided that the safest way to interact with Mr. Wommy is to growl at him whenever she sees him, and her growl is full-on and tigerish. The contrast is especially hysterical when she growls at the Wommy Man and then sees me and meows.

Cats seem to grow more independent as they grow older, and it also seems to depend on whether they've lived with other cats all along. Morgan and Tommy were best buds when they were kittens. Tommy still wants to socialize, but Morgan was an only cat for a couple of years and doesn't want to any more. I think they're 9 and 7 now, with Morgan being the older cat.

While most domestic animals are supposed to have been domesticated by man, it's rumored that cats domesticated people.